Another year like an aeon just passed by
I made it alive with no bruises, no fights
Hitting another decade of my life
Either 20s to reap or 20s to survive
Whether it’s the past 10 years or just this one
I’ve been made and remade, just done undone
Calculated motives, lies I’ve spun
Calculating motives, lives I turned
20 years ago, I didn’t even exist
Glorious days, it’s hard to resist
Simpler days, we ought to forget
Simpler ways, we ought to forgive
A clip, a tune, or sound recognised
Nostalgia hits, and we just realise
What we went through to come alive
A perfect age is a perfect lie
Every day gone through is on to the next
Like levels to unlock, we dream what’s left
Seeking gameplay and mystery chests
Total completion is death commenced
Wish to go back, escape the reality
Growing up again, a mere formality
To alleviate pain; recede mortality
A better bane to destroy causality
I accepted my fate that it’s futile to wait
For clocks to rotate and rewind the date
Every day is a weight, so I carry the hate
Till my shoulders break, and I lie unawake
By: Arman Yusuf
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